The Evening Stroy

No, wo are not slcopinír, motlier, Set how wide a wake we seem : Tell us aomcthiuar sweet to think of, Tull us soniething sweet to dream. Teil the very sweetest story That you ever henrd or reaa, And you'll see that wo'll reniember Every siugle word you'vo said. Then I told them of a raidnight In the very long (ro, "Whon the sky tvus tull uf anolHf AnJ trom every shilling row. ín a voice of hoavenly mujic, Carne R Inving measajO, givOS ïor the sake of one awi'Pt baliy That bad come that night I' ■nu heaven. " Now please teil na juHt another, Teil tiio raddeat one you know"- And I told of oue who sufforJ, As he vandoied to and fro ; Doins good to all around hiir., Without fonr, or sin, or pride ; Blessing thoss who most ill-used him, For whofle sakü at last hu diod, " Now, pirase, just one more, dear mother, Teil us nuw the stranrebt ond" - Bo I told them of a joui On a mouutam-top begun : Through the azures, in a body, Ju.st as here on earth he trod, Up throufth shiuing ranks of angelí, To the very throno of God. Four hluo'oye and two swoet voice W'aitwt tíll my talo was done, Then thy oried, " Why, that Jesus: These three storiea are but one ! " (%Picjtganrp$